"Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness and they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy, or they become legends."
-One Stab
We are all our own greatest critic. We are seeking truth; yet we find we compete our own choices. If we are clear in our intentions, and clear in our voice; do we ultimately become legends or do we become crazy? Once we start believing in our own credibility, we can start understanding why those we know; deceive. As we seek justice within ourselves, we seek commitment from others; is that too much to ask?
"It is hard to tell of happiness. Time goes by and we feel safe too soon." - One Stab
I remember thinking as a youth people always became more credible after they died. I often thought that some people didn't get all the credit they deserved while they were alive; and that made me feel inspired. I wanted to be someone while I was alive. I wanted to be someone embraced with those who knew me, didn't know me or maybe took the time to get to know me. Ok.. that sounds so chick-ish. But, seriously... think about how we are so foreign to relationships, yet so comfortable breaking them.
"I thought Tristan would never live to be an old man. I was wrong about that. I was wrong about many things. It was those who loved him most who died young. He was a rock they broke themselves against however much he tried to protect them." - One Stab
So, here's some idea for thought. When we are competing for acceptance; are we competition for approval? Who's approval are we seeking? Sometimes it is family competition. Sometimes it is business competition. Whether it be your friend or your foe; competition is inevitable. Complexity is reliable. We as humans seek simple action; yet strive for complex struggles.
Who becomes the legend during their life is sometimes the one who has made an impression before they knew they existed.
Think about hierarchies and even family trees. Those are two structured philosophy's that make it impossible to ignore and sometimes avoid. Family is the stone that keeps its density, and hierarchy is the drive of power heavier than the stone. When we stop to pick up our rocks and throw away those unsettling aggressions; we know that the stone will always fall and the aggression will simply subside.
We need our stones, we need our ponds. Once we start realizing the power of ourselves; it makes the air we breathe more real than the naive nature of our own legend.
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